A Most Agreeable Murder (Beatrice Steele, #1)

by Julia Seales

Only a morally corrupt city would accept her, and once she made it to Paris, she would surely be robbed by a mime and left for dead.

Her lack of skill at needlework ensured her interest would remain undetected, as everyone thought she had embroidered a potato.

Unfortunately in Swampshire all of this made her—one shudders to even say—a morbid creep.

There was a message left on Huxley’s window, written in blood: “Ha-ha-ha. You cannot catch me.”

“It doesn’t fit,” Mrs. Steele said impatiently. “I hope all that cake you’ve been eating was worth sacrificing your entire married future and sending us all to our deaths.” “One must always consider the moral cost of a meal,” Mary said darkly.

“And, Beatrice, you look acceptable—you shall surely be considered the fourth prettiest.” “What number prettiest am I?” Mary asked. “I’ve never thought about it.” Mrs. Steele turned to scrutinize her youngest daughter. “But you have a wonderful heart.”

“Wait,” Mrs. Steele said, grabbing Beatrice’s arm to stop her. “He could be a murderer, or worse, a Frenchman!”

They struggled to kiss each other despite being kept apart, their lips brushing air. Out of all the horrific sights Beatrice had seen that night, this was one of the worst.